Trust Me (10 page)

    
Clenching her hands, she had to bite her
lip to keep from sobbing in frustration, a frustration that built into anger by
the time she faked her way through the encounter and left Adam none the wiser.
Her anger built over the ensuing weeks, an anger at herself for her stupidity
in allowing Richard to talk her into going to that sex club with him, anger at
Alec because it was the memory of the experiences he gave her in dominative,
alternative sex that led to awesome climaxes that had her seeking those same
heights with the wrong person, and angry at Richard for abusing her trust and
her right to say no.

    
That anger had led her to try again, only this
time with the one man she could’ve sworn held the key for her release. She had
loved going down on Alec again, loved the lust that flared on his face as he
watched her suck him while she fingered herself to orgasm, and loved the
arousal escalating slaps he had delivered on her ass as he hauled her upstairs.
Those light stings had zipped straight to her still convulsing pussy and
resumed her arousal. If she hadn’t been so anxious to take advantage of her
heightened state, she would have liked to have felt a few more of those
tantalizing swats.

    
The sound of a dune buggy coming up the
beach drew her attention and she smiled when Kira pulled up. “You’re out
early,” Brooke greeted her as Kira and Ralph hopped out and joined her on the
deck. “Hey, boy.” Brooke laughed when the Irish Water Spaniel butted her hand
for attention, which she gave him by rubbing behind his ears. Not one to sit
still long, the large, curly coated dog bounded toward the water as if the
allure of the rolling waves was too much to resist.

    
“I had to get away from Gabe. He really
hates rewrites you know.” Kira flopped down in the deck chair next to Brooke,
flipping her long black braid behind her.

    
“Most authors do, but they pay us for our
advice and because we know what readers want, so he’ll have to deal with it.”

    
“Yeah, well I told him we weren’t having
sex again until his attitude changed.” Kira rolled her grey eyes, adding,
“You’d think I’d know by now not to taunt that man.”

    
“Come on, give. What did he do?” Knowing
Gabe, she was sure he retaliated sexually.

    
“Let’s just say I’m having trouble sitting
down today,” Kira replied ruefully, the smile stretching her lips and the blush
on her face more revealing than her words.

    
“So Alec isn’t the only one with a
penchant for spanking?” As soon as the words left her mouth, Brooke realized
what they revealed and for the first time in years, felt herself blush.

    
Kira laughed out loud at her
embarrassment, which didn’t help. “Relax. Trust me, before meeting Gabe, I
would never have imagined getting turned on by getting spanked.” Grimacing as
she shifted in her seat, she muttered, “Then again, it’s not always so
pleasantly arousing.”

    
Brooke grinned, teasing her, “Come on, be
honest, your threat didn’t mean squat.”

    
“True, but he didn’t know that, and he was
being a grouch. But, the good news is I’m supposed to tell you to, and I quote,
‘check your God damn email and let him know if your highness now approves’.”

    
“What a baby. I already saw the email and
have started reading the revision. You can tell him, that so far, it looks
really good. I should be done in a few days.” The book read much better without
all the gory details of abuse the main character suffered as a prisoner of war,
and she knew his readers would be happy with this toned down version.

    
“Good.” Rising, Kira called to Ralph
before skipping down the steps. “Why don’t you come to dinner later this week?
Maybe by then Gabe will be back to being nice to everyone.”

    
“Let me know when and give me directions.”

    
“Alec can bring you. See you later.”

    
It was doubtful Alec wanted any more to do
with her, she thought as she rose and reluctantly went inside to do some work.
That thought bothered her more than it should, and not just because of her
failure in the bedroom. Over the past year she had found herself thinking of
him way too often, and not only when she was recalling their explosive night of
sex. She would be dining out at her favorite Chinese restaurant and out of the
blue wonder if he liked Chinese food or taking her morning or evening jog in
the park and wonder what he enjoyed doing for exercise. A tall man with dark
hair or his hair pulled back would remind her of him. Men sporting an earring
would remind her of him. Hearing a deep laugh or recalling those awesome
orgasms would make her think of him until she had agreed to accompany Richard
to that club out of desperation to forget the man she couldn’t seem to get out
of her mind. Before that night, her sexual exploits had been no more
adventurous than hitting the sack every few months with an attractive guy or
former fling and had been enough to keep her appeased. Alec had shown her just
how much better sex could be and Richard had shown her just how much worse it
could be. Now it was up to her to find her way back.

    
Brooke spent the remainder of the morning
working, going over revisions from several writers before breaking for lunch.
Having missed her morning jog due to her sluggishness from another sleepless
night, she found herself anxious for a brisk walk along the beach after
finishing a chef’s salad. She had gone shopping before leaving New York and
splurged on several new sundresses, simple sheaths that slipped over her head,
fell to mid-thigh and left her arms and legs bare to feel the warm ocean breeze
on her skin, a luxury she didn’t often get living up north. She donned one in a
bright red, green and yellow Hawaiian print before heading out barefoot.

    
Thirty minutes later her feet and calves
were wet with sand clinging to her skin from splashing through the tide, her
face, neck and arms were warm and pink from the sun despite the sunscreen she
had applied and she was finding herself mildly aroused from wearing nothing but
a thong under her sundress and enjoying the freedom it gave her. High pitched
laughter followed quickly by the sound of bare flesh being slapped drew her
attention, reminding her she
 
was
traipsing along the secluded stretch of the resort that was reserved for those
who were more adventurous in their play. Recognizing Patti and Doug’s voices,
she moved towards the small outcropping of boulders that seemed to be blocking
them from her sight.

    
Brooke grinned when she looked over the
rocky barrier and saw Dave tackling Patti, their naked bodies tumbling together
onto the sand, Patti’s already pink buttocks turning redder when Dave flipped
her over and smacked her repeatedly.

    
“Hey, that hurts!” Patti yelped. The grin
she turned up to her husband belied her words and by the way Dave returned that
smile, he obviously knew she loved every swat he was dishing out.

    
“Then you shouldn’t have run from me,” he
answered her.

    
Braced on her elbows and knees in the
sand, Patti shoved back against him, spreading her knees wider and wiggling her
hips. “I ran because I wasn’t in the mood to suck your dick, you perv.”

    
Dave landed a loud smack between her legs,
making her squeal then moan when he thrust two fingers into her. “Liar. You’re
always in the mood to suck my dick.”

    
Patti turned her head and spotted Brooke
perched on a large rock, halting her retort. Brooke wasn’t abashed at being
discovered; she knew this couple loved an audience, and even expected one in
this area. Waving, she called out, “Don’t mind me. I’m just jealous because
you’re having so much fun!” They would never know how true her flippant
statement was. She envied their ease with their relationship, in the security
in their feelings and commitment to each other that afforded them such an open,
satisfying sex life. She knew from her conversations with Patti at the wedding
and on the pier when they were waiting transportation to the island, that they
often came to the island for private time away from their two girls and weren’t
opposed to inviting a third person, man or woman, to join them, so she wasn’t
surprised when Patti issued an invitation.

    
“Want to join us?”

    
That slap to Patti’s pussy had her own
pussy warming, making her wonder if the sting to that sensitive area was as
arousing as the heated pain Alec had treated her ass to. Even though watching
them had aroused her especially that slap to Patti’s pussy, she had no desire
to jump into another ménage, at least not until she had overcome her current
problem. “No, thanks, I’ll just watch this time.”

    
Dave laid a few more smacks on Patti’s
upturned ass before running his palm over the reddened flesh. When his fingers
ran down her crack then disappeared between her cheeks, Brooke’s breath caught
at the eroticism of the sight. Patti’s flushed face, her moans and gyrating
hips, all showed how much she liked the anal stimulation. Brooke spread her
bent knees and slipped her finger into her thong, not surprised to find herself
soaking wet, making it easy to slide two fingers into her pussy. Openly
masturbating while watching another couple was a new experience for her, one
she was finding highly enjoyable.

    
Wishing it was Alec’s hard cock
stimulating her g-spot and rasping her clit, she fantasized it was them down on
the beach, fucking openly and with the ease and pleasure that these two had not
only with their bodies, but with each other. After her failure the other day
and the way she fled from his knowledge of that failure, she couldn’t imagine
being comfortable at all with him again, let alone as confident in herself and
with her body as Patti was.

    
Brooke’s body broke out in a sheen of
perspiration both from the heat of the midday sun and the heat generated by her
plunging fingers. The sight of Dave spreading Patti’s buttocks and slowly
inserting his hard cock in her ass was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
She had never indulged in anal intercourse and had very limited experience with
anal stimulation, all by her own hand. Imagining what it would feel like to be
taken there had her jerking against her hand, creaming her fingers and gasping
at the onslaught of pleasure that consumed her. Her clit was hard, swollen and
aching as she pressed it with her thumb and Patti’s cries of release had her
vagina clamping around her digits with her own impending climax.

    
Biting her lip, Brooke braced her free
hand behind her, leaned back and proceeded to finger fuck herself until she
exploded with waves of pleasure so racking and intense she shook with them.
Moaning at her inability to achieve this bliss with a man, she let loose with a
keening cry that echoed down the beach.

    
Watching Brooke from the end of the path
that opened out onto the beach, Alec didn’t know whether to turn her over and
spank her until she came or to try to wring an orgasm out of her another way,
this one brought about by his hand instead of hers. As difficult as it had
been, he had managed to stay away from her the past two days in an attempt to
give her time to get over any regrets or embarrassment over their last
encounter. Now he was wondering if that had been the right thing to do. The
longing and desire that was reflected on her face as she watched the other
couple indicated a need for more than the relief she got from masturbation, a
need that he was convinced she had come here, to him, to help her rediscover.
The burning question was, what could have happened to make the vibrant, highly
sexual woman he had briefly come to know change into the reserved, repressed
woman that had lay beneath him two days ago?

    
The absence of her piercings, not only in
her nipples, but also in her naval and ears, as well as the tattoo covering
growth of her pubic hair should have aroused more than mild curiosity from him.
Unfortunately, at the time he discovered those changes in her, she had been
drawing his attention to her wide splayed legs and the tantalizing caress of
her fingers between them. He now suspected her ploy had been to get him to act
quickly so he wouldn’t delve too deeply into the reason for the changes and
because she already suspected her arousal was going to diminish instead of
heighten with his possession.

    
Alec stepped out into the open, drawing
her startled attention. He saw the swift rise of pleasure on her face as well
as the renewal of lust when she spotted him. Both were quickly masked, then
doused by mortification and anger. Lowering her legs, she hopped down from the
boulder and simply turned away from him, marching briskly back toward her
rental. Up to the challenge, relishing the opportunity to confront her about the
real reason she came to his resort, he strode purposely towards a temptation
and challenge he couldn’t resist.

    
“Running away again won’t help,” he stated
calmly when he caught up to her and fell into step next to her with an ease he
knew irritated her by the stiffening of her slender body.